Rose curves in her eyes
at the entrance of a woman’s laughter
Her oversized cuspid seductively graze her bottom lip.
heart pumps catapult
marry her into utopia
piano plays of fingertips on her inner thigh
the suckle of nipples in her mouth longing
for the protective touch she once knew
someone once told her women couldn’t be friends, she believed her. her mom. she believed her mom / actually.
a vacant crime for a child’s ears
cause she’s loved women since glowlights on stormy nights.
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